My husband and I spent a little too much time shopping today. I needed a new jump rope since one handle of my last one smashed into a million pieces in my hand and sent black and lime green shards across the gym. I've been putting it off since jumping rope has never been one of my strengths. This new one fits my specifications though. It has nice wooden handles and the rope is actually rope. It's the small things in life when you're insane.

We also picked up some ingredients for my experiments of the day. Some friends invited me to dinner and allowed me to be the dessert master. I wanted to make a dessert I know my husband won't eat due to a tasty dose of coconut, so I decided I'd make two desserts...husband friendly and tasty coconut. Hopefully, they both bring happiness and joy and not just more reasons for me to work out next week.

I look back way too often, and I realize how often people try to make me feel sorry for who I am. Of course, when I look closely, it is because they didn't see me at all. I guess it doesn't pay to be so very complicated.

I guess I should have added "stop apologizing for who I am" to my resolutions. The love goddess shouldn't be penalized for caring so deeply that people confuse familial love for passion. People shouldn't lie about me because they feel bad about themselves. Most importantly, I should never stop shaking up the world with the trappings of a goddess from barrettes to boots, I am worthy of a second glance, respect, and a little appreciation from time to time.

Obviously, I am up a little later than I am used to in this age of adulthood, but my statements still hold true. I just need to suck up some resolve and really work on cutting off the dead weight. You know what I am talking about--those friendships that are a one way street or suck the life out of you because the other person expects to you to devote every second of every day thinking about them with post after post about every detail of their life...not to mention all the subjects they are experts on. I can't wait to be educated on every sport in the Olympics by people who only just discovered that curling exist (like they do every four years).

What are you looking forward to? I hope it's more posts to the fiction blog. Feel free to comment if you like a post or miss a certain type of post. After all, even goddesses of love can be inspired by the interests of their friends, fans, and fan-girls. (Or fan-boys, do I have those?)

You know you've really been working out when you try to do something that would have been inconceivable a couple of months ago and succeed. I had another one of those moments this morning. I stopped what I was doing to reassess my form because that was the only reason I could come up with for the ease with which I performed the task at hand.

Of course, while my push-ups are getting closer to the real thing, I now have some angry muscles in my chest from my exertions today. One of them even called me a word that I dare not repeat, let alone think about. My muscles will get over it though. They usually do.

...shoulders?

I prognosticated that this would happen when I almost flattened my face to the floor on my sixth round of burpees, mountain climbers, and knee tucks yesterday. I woke up this morning and both of my shoulders were saying unspeakable things. That's supposed to be a good sign. I should be back in fighting shape in no time.

In other news, my pre love day activities continue to keep me overflowing with chocolate and free smiles from my husband. I am not sure he has completely clued into why he keeps being showered with little hearts and chocolate, but he certainly doesn't mind.

So what does this mean for my readers? It means I am reminding you to show love to your sweetie and other loved ones more than just one day a year. It also means I should be writing a heart-wrenching story for the fiction blog. Maybe that will make me dream less about working for the library from home. Of course, the task my brain wants me to do from such a great distance is totally possible as long as I have access, but my experience with the library in the past is that they don't recognize my innate ability to accomplish tedious tasks with alacrity and a smile on my face.

If you're looking for the perfect gift, you have five more months. If you have no idea what this means, I guess that is okay, too.

I know I had something important to share, but the moments of my day center around people trying to pass me in the right turn lane, muscles that were shocked by my first real workout of the week, and a tummy full of yum.

The last day of the month sometimes sends me into a spiralling frenzy, punctuated by exclamations of "I must finish this...I must finish that."

We all have those days when the hours between our periods of rest seem to end too quickly. Luckily, I managed to finish one book, so I can start a new one in March. More excitement to come for all of us...